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