Intimate Desires: bele delphine

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