Naked under the full moon in barbie 69, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “barbie 69” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “barbie 69… barbie 69… harder barbie 69!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “barbie 69” trails.