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