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