Midjourney: a tale of hidden desires and submissive delights

In the heart of her midjourney, she lay on her bed, a picture of eager happiness. Her eyes were closed, lips parted in a silent moan, mouth stretched open, stuffed with cock. She was gasping, panting, choking, arching back, trembling, shaking, quivering - a living embodiment of her carnal desires. Her fingers danced over herself, teasing and pleasing, leading to a squirting orgasm that left wet sheets behind. Realistic skin, freckles, moles, blemishes, wrinkles - all on full display in multiple views. She was more than just a good girl, she was a good sub, lost in sub space, dominated and praised by her unseen master. Her hourglass figure, snatched waist, wide hips, stood out against the stark white of her room, making her appear even more vulnerable yet alluring.