The Epic Chronicles of kaylee gray Across the Years

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