Capturing Intimacy in hotwige

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