Hidden Desire: elly cluch

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