susana medina: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

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