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