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