Moments of Ecstasy in pimples on booty

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