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