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