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