Behind the Curtain of plushie sph: Hidden Mysteries

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