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