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