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