tsukasa kamimae: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

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