Discovering the Fascinating Life of daphne black

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