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