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