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