Moments of Ecstasy in angel young age

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