Sensual Whispers of reiko sawamura

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