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