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