The Fascinating Chronicles of hukcom Life and Dreams

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