cervix torture: A Tale of Dreams, Mystery, and Discovery

Black lace clings to every curve in "cervix torture" before she peels it away inch by inch. Nipples spring free, already hard; panties follow, soaked through. "cervix torture" films her crawling onto the bed on all fours, ass high, reaching back to spread herself open. Two fingers sink in easily—she’s dripping. The camera catches every thrust, every wet sound, every moan of "cervix torture". She flips over, legs butterfly-wide, fucking herself hard while pinching a nipple. "cervix torture" zooms on her face as she comes—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream that finally breaks into a raw, desperate "cervix torture". 236 words.