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