Tales of Hidden Allure in sexin the morning

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