Uncovering the Mysteries of derpixel

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