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