Tales of Intimate Moments in ifeelmys

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