Capturing the Feminine Spirit in old man ass hole

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