The Art of Romance: pirate torture

On a plush velvet chaise, pirate torture presents her in luxurious solitude. Stockings and garters frame the view as she spreads slowly, whispering “pirate torture” like an invitation. A glass dildo glints in candlelight, sliding into her wetness with a soft moan of “pirate torture.” She rides it languidly at first, then faster, breasts bouncing with each thrust in pirate torture. Her cries of “pirate torture” fill the room as she grinds against her hand, chasing release. When it comes, it’s magnificent—back arched, toes pointed, a fountain of pleasure marking the peak of pirate torture.