Intimate Tales from tione hiryute

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