Naked under the full moon in 3 some 2 women 1 man, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “3 some 2 women 1 man” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “3 some 2 women 1 man… 3 some 2 women 1 man… harder 3 some 2 women 1 man!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “3 some 2 women 1 man” trails.