Pleasure - pompadour style

Sandy sinks into the couch like royalty. Satin strokes her skin. Her little dress rides up, baring her full, round ass to the air. She rolls a cold grape over that heated curve, drags it lower, lets the chill kiss her wet lips. Pleasure sparks through her. Another grape follows. She parts her thighs, presses the fruit deeper, and the juice runs warm between her folds. She sighs, low and hungry, and does it again.