Rapide

She looked like a fever dream of filth. She was draped in a chaotic array of pink and white ribbons—satin bows tied around her slender wrists, her ankles, and woven through her hair. She wore a tiny, frothy pink tutu that flared out from her waist, barely covering the curve of her hips, which only served to emphasize the sheer, overwhelming thickness of her ass. Her hair were high and bouncy, the pink ribbons fluttering as she moved, often over her face to frame her dilated, dark eyes—eyes that sparkled with a franti excitement.