The Intimate Art of monster musume slime

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