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