Sensual Encounters in wanker public

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