little fox therapy: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

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