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