Rose powers up for part 2, with a toy as aesthetic as she the white smooth curves of it echoing the shapes of Roses own body, its powerful sounding little motor setting her to writhing, and invoking some extra intriguing lip-biting. Theres such a contented relaxation to a woman using a toy, all freed up to feel, teetering on the edge between so much and too much. No scarcity, all ease, all abundance.
