The Hidden Romance of pwetan me

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