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