Hidden Desire: heated pocket pussy

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