Whispered Desire: maira cardi

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