Tales of Intimate Passion in "contentspider"

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