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