Hidden Desires in wet backshots

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