Behind Closed Doors: Secrets of imaizumi chi wa douyara

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