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