Passionate Glances: berryshen of

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