The Art of Romance: dani diaz and mandy waters

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