Navel Gazing No More

Her belly, a perfect, taut canvas, bears the mark of her deviance. She takes her time, running the blade along her navel, feeling the cold steel against her warm skin. She presses, a gasp escaping her lips as the blade pierces, blood welling up. She watches, entranced, as it drips down her sides, a crimson river flowing from her belly button. She's in her element, her kink fully realized, as she continues her belly torture, each stab bringing her closer to her unique form of climax.

• kink
• belly
• bellybutton
• navel
• stab
• belly-torture

• Fetish
• Verified Amateurs
• Solo Female