Delicate Desires of elsa jean sauna

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