Discovering the Extraordinary Life and Adventures of gabriella montes

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