Behind the Curtain of me transando com o filho: Intimate Journeys

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