leyaacarter: A Tale of Mystery, Love, and Adventure

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