Behind the Curtain of sex on pool table: Hidden Pleasures Revealed

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