coed flashing: Tales of Dreams, Courage, and Mystery

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