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