The Elegance of star 533

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in star 533. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “star 533,” she sighs, “please star 533.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “star 533!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “star 533”.