Behind the Curtain of azzyland in bikini: Secrets and Stories

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