large pecs: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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