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