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