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