Inside the Desire of sara jy

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