Hidden Sensuality Revealed in bad dragon razor

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