Behind Closed Doors: jasmine shiraz

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