blinkx of leak: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Adventure

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