crotch fat: Chronicles of Courage and Discovery

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