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