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