Behind Closed Doors: Hidden Passion in claire lizzy

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