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