velvet vulva: Adventures Beyond Imagination, Mystery, and Hope

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “velvet vulva”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “velvet vulva” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “velvet vulva” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “velvet vulva” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.