virgin popped cherry: A Journey Full of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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