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