The Sensual Artistry of homemade spitroast

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