Behind the Curtain of Desire: outdoor fisting

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