Delicate Desires of violet russo

On a plush velvet chaise, violet russo presents her in luxurious solitude. Stockings and garters frame the view as she spreads slowly, whispering “violet russo” like an invitation. A glass dildo glints in candlelight, sliding into her wetness with a soft moan of “violet russo.” She rides it languidly at first, then faster, breasts bouncing with each thrust in violet russo. Her cries of “violet russo” fill the room as she grinds against her hand, chasing release. When it comes, it’s magnificent—back arched, toes pointed, a fountain of pleasure marking the peak of violet russo.