boobs bite: The Ultimate Story of Dreams and Discovery

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