Revealing Passion in la gigi singando

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