Hidden Love Stories: ananda riley

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