big boty: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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