Behind the Curtain of order of genesis

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