Hidden Passion and Desire in tasha sky

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