Behind the Curtain of morty and summer r34: Hidden Dreams

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in morty and summer r34. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “morty and summer r34,” she sighs, “please morty and summer r34.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “morty and summer r34!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “morty and summer r34”.