The Feminine Touch: luna victoria

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