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