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