Behind the Curtain of yang kueimei: Secret Pleasures Uncovered

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