the stretch master: Tales of Courage, Hope, and Mystery

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