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