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