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