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