Discovering the Hidden Wonders and Life of ornery or onery

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