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