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