The Elegance of chanel roses

Mirror on the ceiling reflects everything in “chanel roses”: a woman on all fours, hair cascading, fingers working furiously between spread legs. “chanel roses” alternates angles—her face contorted in pleasure above, ass high and glistening below. She flips, back against cool sheets, knees to chest, giving “chanel roses” the perfect view as a thick toy stretches her open. Each thrust echoes in breathy cries until “chanel roses” freezes on the moment she squirts, mirror dripping with evidence of total abandon.