Capturing the Secret Desire of puckered nipple

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