The faintest of touches, like whispers of intent. Beckoning your desires, the sweet pattern of torment.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun."
Lucky lady 🥺🥺🥺