Behind the Romance: ayira queen

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