Bikini abandoned on the deck chair, foster home for imaginary friends sex floats naked in the pool. Underwater shots capture her fingers plunging while sunlight sparkles on wet skin. Surfacing, she straddles the pool edge, spreading wide and rubbing furiously, chanting “foster home for imaginary friends sex” to the open sky until she comes so hard her screams of “foster home for imaginary friends sex” echo across the water.