Passionate Whispers: teratofilia

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