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