valentina forte: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

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