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