Tales of Erotic Sensuality in mako r34

Naked under the full moon in mako r34, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “mako r34” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “mako r34… mako r34… harder mako r34!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “mako r34” trails.