Exploring Passionate Fantasies in gigi breeze

Midnight, crimson sheets, gigi breeze begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “gigi breeze” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please gigi breeze, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More gigi breeze, don’t stop gigi breeze!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m gigi breeze’s, only gigi breeze’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “gigi breeze screams “gigi breeze” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “gigi breeze” in worship.