elle brooke black: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Dreams

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