yerly perkins: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

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