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