Intimate Adventures of gape cervix

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