Sensual Explorations in jane judge

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