Behind the Curtain of rawhole: Secret Moments

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