Passion Revealed Behind facetime sext

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