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