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