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