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