Tales of Desire and Romance in slow sensual deep throat

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