Behind the Curtain of cleaveland steamers: Hidden Pleasures

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