Enchanted by waiters choice

On a plush velvet chaise, waiters choice presents her in luxurious solitude. Stockings and garters frame the view as she spreads slowly, whispering “waiters choice” like an invitation. A glass dildo glints in candlelight, sliding into her wetness with a soft moan of “waiters choice.” She rides it languidly at first, then faster, breasts bouncing with each thrust in waiters choice. Her cries of “waiters choice” fill the room as she grinds against her hand, chasing release. When it comes, it’s magnificent—back arched, toes pointed, a fountain of pleasure marking the peak of waiters choice.