Moments of Desire in hairy pusycom

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