With the moonlight, in a cold and lonely night, I look for the heat in my room, with soft music that incites my skin to tear, to burn in a dance at the speed of a memory made thought. the toys appear, while the night and the stars go down, my hands are not enough, I look for the pleasure in the whipping and a dildo that penetrates my ass while my head falls into the game and launches itself into the precipice of desire.