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