Behind the Curtain of mujeres afroditas: Private Fantasies

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