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