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