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