Exploring the Secret Life and Adventures of zorro de dora la exploradora

Midnight, crimson sheets, zorro de dora la exploradora begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “zorro de dora la exploradora” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please zorro de dora la exploradora, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More zorro de dora la exploradora, don’t stop zorro de dora la exploradora!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m zorro de dora la exploradora’s, only zorro de dora la exploradora’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “zorro de dora la exploradora screams “zorro de dora la exploradora” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “zorro de dora la exploradora” in worship.