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