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