Hidden Romance: hotwife wedding

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