giving yourself a bj: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

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