The Sensual Journey of cuarenton

Soft silk ties her wrists in cuarenton. Blindfolded, every touch feels electric as she writhes, begging “More cuarenton”. A vibrating wand presses against her clit; she bucks wildly, voice breaking on repeated “cuarenton, cuarenton, fuck, cuarenton!” until the relentless pleasure forces a shattering, squirting climax that leaves her shaking and whispering “cuarenton” in aftershocks.