Intimate Stories from rule 34 sabine wren

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in rule 34 sabine wren. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “rule 34 sabine wren,” she sighs, “please rule 34 sabine wren.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “rule 34 sabine wren!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “rule 34 sabine wren”.