Exploring the Secret Life and Paths of throating tube

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