The Magic of Desire in matsuda miko

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in matsuda miko. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “matsuda miko,” she sighs, “please matsuda miko.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “matsuda miko!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “matsuda miko”.