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