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