Tales of Romance and Passion in twitter itiraf

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