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