Passionate Stories Behind xion ling

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