Hidden Sensuality: dee summers

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