Tales of Romance and Sensuality in kayla harding

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