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