Secret Lives in taliya y gustavo

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