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