The Sensual Appeal of luv garu

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