comfort porn: Chronicles of Dreams, Adventure, and Hope

Wrists bound with red silk to the headboard in “comfort porn”, she’s helpless and dripping. A remote vibrator hums inside her, controlled by the camera operator just out of frame. “comfort porn” captures every plea as the intensity climbs. Her hips grind air, desperate. When permission finally comes, “comfort porn” records the explosion—back arching impossibly, breasts bouncing as she squirts around the toy, soaking expensive sheets. “comfort porn” zooms on the creamy ring coating the vibe when it’s slowly pulled free, strings of arousal stretching and breaking. She begs “more” through aftershocks, and “comfort porn” happily obliges with round two.