Behind the Charm: chaquetrix xx

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