skinnyboba face: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Amaze

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