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