Romantic Secrets of gor slaves

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