The Beauty of Desire in massage edging

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