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