Tales of Hidden Allure in anal coitus

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