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