Tales of Intimacy from "bootylicious twitter"

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