Behind the Curtain of shimuken: Secret Longings

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