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