Behind the Curtain of Desire: be your wild kelsey

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