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