Behind the Curtain of semifilm: Secret Discoveries

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