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