Erotic Dreams of cytherua

In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, cytherua begins with whispered words only she can hear. She’s wearing nothing but lace panties, and cytherua adores how she peels them away inch by inch. Her skin flushes rose as her own touch ignites her in cytherua. Every circle of her fingers over that sensitive bundle feels sacred in cytherua. She rides the edge for what feels like forever in cytherua, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. When she finally lets go in cytherua, her entire body shudders in waves that the lens of cytherua captures perfectly. The afterglow in cytherua is almost more erotic than the act itself—soft smiles, lazy stretches, the quiet satisfaction of a woman who knows exactly how powerful she is. cytherua is pure feminine bliss.