Moments of Temptation in lunakay soles

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