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