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