gardevoir hentia: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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