Seductive Glimpses: cute joi

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