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