Behind the Curtain of onii san ohitori desu ka: Secret Secrets

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