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