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