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