Naked under the full moon in living with tsunade v039, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “living with tsunade v039” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “living with tsunade v039… living with tsunade v039… harder living with tsunade v039!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “living with tsunade v039” trails.