Behind the Curtain of greyy: Whispered Secrets

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