İnanna Adalet, Mimi merhamet için yalvarana kadar gıdıklıyor

Mimi swore she could handle my fingers… what a delicious lie. Five minutes strapped down, leather biting into her wrists, and she's already squealing like a broken toy. I trace slow, wicked circles over her ribs… up into those helpless armpits… then down to her bare, twitching feet. Each giggle is a confession. Each gasp, a prayer. And every time she tries to twist away? I only go faster. Watch her break — breathless, tearful, begging — all from something so innocent… How long would you last before crying mercy, pet? Tell me… which spot terrifies you most?