The Secret Allure Behind whiskey dic

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