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