Exploring the Secret World of niffty r34

City lights twinkle far below in niffty r34. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, niffty r34,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at niffty r34!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “niffty r34, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.