veronika black and the Mysteries That Surround It Today

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