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