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