Stories of Love and Sensuality: cloud meadow fio

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