Tales of Erotic Sensuality in naked skinny

City lights twinkle far below in naked skinny. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, naked skinny,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at naked skinny!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “naked skinny, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.