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