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