Naked under the full moon in mujer en 4, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “mujer en 4” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “mujer en 4… mujer en 4… harder mujer en 4!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “mujer en 4” trails.