Behind the Scenes of jasmine andreas: A Revealing Story

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