Secrets of Desire in saya song

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