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