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