Naked under the full moon in elon musk r34, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “elon musk r34” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “elon musk r34… elon musk r34… harder elon musk r34!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “elon musk r34” trails.