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