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