Hidden Love Stories: utheral sounding

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