The Tender Side of bl xxxxxx

Naked under the full moon in bl xxxxxx, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “bl xxxxxx” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “bl xxxxxx… bl xxxxxx… harder bl xxxxxx!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “bl xxxxxx” trails.