Behind the Curtain of vagina mound: Secret Sensations

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