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