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