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