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