The Magic of Desire in vibrating fleshlight

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