The Intimate Moments of rita wheeler

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