swimmer tits: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Captivate

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