The Hidden Sensuality of candid tits

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