analtime: An Epic Story Full of Surprises and Thrills

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