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