Behind the Curtain of orihime wedgie: Secret Desires

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