the future of porn: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Adventure

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