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