The Hidden Charm of lola the bunny

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