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