Tales of Erotic Sensuality in chat with missmina

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