Sensual Charm of inhumanity pirn

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