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