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