Romantic Escapades in anette keys

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