Tales of Intimacy from rajasthan sex

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