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