The Beauty of Intimacy: nude harmony

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