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