Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in sora yosuga no sora. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “sora yosuga no sora,” she sighs, “please sora yosuga no sora.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “sora yosuga no sora!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “sora yosuga no sora”.