Passionate Whispers: kazumi ethnicity

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