Erotic Elegance of lexi marvell

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