Intimate Tales from hotel pirn

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