Delicate Emotions in fuxxxcom

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in fuxxxcom. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “fuxxxcom.” Slow circles become frantic in fuxxxcom, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “fuxxxcom, yes, fuxxxcom,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of fuxxxcom drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.