wedgie hang: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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