Behind the Curtain of small black pusy: Hidden Passages

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