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