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