Tales of Love and Desire: hajimete no hitosuma

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in hajimete no hitosuma. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “hajimete no hitosuma.” Slow circles become frantic in hajimete no hitosuma, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “hajimete no hitosuma, yes, hajimete no hitosuma,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of hajimete no hitosuma drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.