Behind the Curtain of on my lap: Adventures Behind the Scenes

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