Behind the Curtain of shaved twat: Hidden Dreams

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in shaved twat. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “shaved twat.” Slow circles become frantic in shaved twat, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “shaved twat, yes, shaved twat,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of shaved twat drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.