Facialabuse2

She craved the thrill of rough and extreme facial abuse her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The first touch sent shivers down her spine a prelude to the unforgettable night. His touch ignited a fire within her a desire for more a hunger for the extreme. She leaned back surrendering to the moment. The room pulsated with energy each movement building to a fever pitch. Her breath hitched as he drew closer. The tension was palpable a silent promise of unbridled passion. She closed her eyes savoring the sensation. Every nerve ending was alive her body humming with anticipation. The desire was overwhelming. She embraced the chaos the intensity of the moment. Her senses were heightened. Her mind raced her body yearned. The night was just beginning. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her a delicious surrender. The moment was perfect. His touch was both gentle and fierce a beautiful contradiction. She gasped. The world faded away leaving only this intense connection. She was lost in the moment. A symphony of moans and gasps filled the air. Her body arched. She was completely consumed by the passion. The pleasure was unbearable. The intensity built with each passing second a delicious torment. She bit her lip. She felt herself unraveling succumbing to the desire. Her body was on fire. The boundaries blurred the lines dissolved. Only raw emotion remained. Her screams were muffled by the intensity of the moment. She bucked against him. She was pushed to her limits and beyond. The experience was electrifying. A delicious pain mixed with unadulterated pleasure. Her body quivered. She was a storm of sensation a whirlwind of desire. The room spun. The climax was explosive a culmination of every touch every gasp. She collapsed.