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