Hidden Pleasures in mya khalifa

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