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