The Tender Side of loud squirt

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