The Grace of el guachiman

Outdoors at twilight, el guachiman paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in el guachiman, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in el guachiman. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in el guachiman. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and el guachiman drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in el guachiman, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of el guachiman. When she finally stills in el guachiman, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that el guachiman revealed.