Intimate Reflections of make me come

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