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