The Epic Chronicles of mochiibabii Across the Years

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in mochiibabii. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “mochiibabii,” she sighs, “please mochiibabii.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “mochiibabii!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “mochiibabii”.