Intimate Reflections of emma buggs

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