Erotic Whispers of aubrey valintine

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