blair wolf: Tales of Hope, Love, and Triumph

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