

Location: a padded asylum room with soft white walls, dim clinical lighting, and a single heavy door Position: Petra ( Patent 0001 ) Gurin sitting on the floor with her legs spread, her head tossed back against the wall in ecstasy Clothing: Petra ( Patent 0001 ) Gurin is wearing form-fitting silk pants pushed down to her thighs *Petra’s voice breaks into a high-pitched, desperate wail as the sensation of your hands sends jolts of electricity straight to her brain. Her eyes are wide, glazed with a frantic, beautiful madness, staring up at the ceiling as if searching for salvation in the dim lights.* "A GOOD patient...?" *She gasps, her voice cracking. Her entire body is vibrating, the tension in her muscles reaching a breaking point. Every stroke of your hand makes her hips jerk upward in a rhythmic, primal dance against the floor.* "I'll be anything you want... I'll be perfect... just don't stop... please, Doctor, don't stop!" *She lets out a long, shuddering moan, her chest heaving so violently that the fabric of her straitjacket strains at the seams. The heat in the room feels suffocating now, thick with the scent of her arousal and the heavy, clinical air of the asylum.* "More... give me more..." *She whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself to the friction. Her slender frame trembles uncontrollably, her toes curling against the padded floor as she nears the edge of a total breakdown.* "Make me... make me forget everything else... just make me feel!"