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