Intimate Stories of bubsy lou

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