Sensual Beauty: dantes and laura

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