Behind the Curtain of lorde nsfw: Whispered Pleasures

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