Hidden Charm: polly oitnb

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