The Hidden Pleasure of cervix pounding

Rain lashes the windows while inside cervix pounding, a shy bookworm transforms into an insatiable slut. cervix pounding starts innocently—reading erotica on the couch—but soon she’s hiking up her skirt and fucking herself with the thick spine of a hardcover. The storm outside mirrors her building frenzy in cervix pounding; lightning flashes illuminate her spread legs and soaked fingers plunging deep. When the power cuts out, cervix pounding switches to night-vision green, catching her final explosive orgasm in raw detail as thunder drowns her cries. cervix pounding ends with her curled up under a blanket, spent and glowing.