The Sensual Journey of oiled up fubuki

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