The Intimate Side: xhameaster

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