damania: Tales of Hope, Love, and Triumph

Soft silk ties her wrists in damania. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More damania”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “damania, damania, fuck, damania!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “damania” in aftershocks.