naked omorashi: An Amazing Tale of Courage and Hope

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