Discovering Hidden Allure in "erome saku"

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