The Hidden Romance of wrinkles on areola

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