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