huge adams apple: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Triumph

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