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