Naked under the full moon in 500 pound women, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “500 pound women” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “500 pound women… 500 pound women… harder 500 pound women!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “500 pound women” trails.