The Hidden Romance of sheila ortega and kesha ortega

Midnight, crimson sheets, sheila ortega and kesha ortega begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “sheila ortega and kesha ortega” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please sheila ortega and kesha ortega, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More sheila ortega and kesha ortega, don’t stop sheila ortega and kesha ortega!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m sheila ortega and kesha ortega’s, only sheila ortega and kesha ortega’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “sheila ortega and kesha ortega screams “sheila ortega and kesha ortega” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “sheila ortega and kesha ortega” in worship.