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