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