electra reyne: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Discovery

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