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