Behind the Curtain of raquell stevens: Stories Never Told Before

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