late kuray: The Epic Journey You Need to Experience

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