Behind the Curtain of mari baianinha: Private Adventures

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