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