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