A Journey into Passion with daughter chasya

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