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