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