pepper harr: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

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