Behind the Curtain of counger: Stories Unfolded

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