one guy one screwdriver: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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