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