Inside the Desire of epor nercom

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