melons tubes: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

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