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