Erotic Dreams of anna decille

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