bangbus nickiee: Tales of Courage, Love, and Triumph

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