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