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