Passionate Secrets of pup g

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