feed me lulu chu: Tales of Hope, Adventure, and Mystery

Golden hour bathes her naked body on the private balcony of "feed me lulu chu". City lights twinkle below as she leans against the railing, fingers circling slowly. Wind teases her skin while she teases herself, building agonizingly. "feed me lulu chu" captures the contrast—civilized skyline, utterly filthy act. She turns, bending slightly, sliding fingers deep from behind. Every thrust makes her breasts bounce for the setting sun. The word "feed me lulu chu" falls from her lips like sunset colors, faster, louder, until she’s practically shouting it. When she comes, it’s explosive—legs shaking, one hand gripping the rail as she squirts into the evening air, whispering "feed me lulu chu" like gratitude. 241 words.