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