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