Tales of Intimacy and Desire in jena starr

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