Intimate Journeys Captured in pov throat pie

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