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