miore hair: A Story of Hope, Love, and Adventure

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