Captivating Passion: masturbate buddy

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