Behind the Curtain: Intimate Moments in "amai liu"

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