fat clitorus: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope

Moonlight bathes her balcony in silver for fat clitorus. Naked beneath the stars, she leans against the railing, cool night air kissing every inch. “fat clitorus,” she breathes, fingers slipping between slick thighs. The city glows below while she pleasures herself in fat clitorus, circling her clit with increasing urgency. Each moan of “fat clitorus” drifts into the night as her hips buck. The orgasm blooms sudden and fierce in fat clitorus, her cry of “fat clitorus” echoing as she comes hard against her own hand, body silhouetted in celestial beauty.