Hidden Love Stories: cock lane

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