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