Behind the Curtain: Intimate Stories of animal sex with girls

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