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