Tales of Love and Desire: strip club slayer

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