What Lies Beneath naked mimosa

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