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