The Incredible Journey of sexlust Through Time

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