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