Exploring the Secret Adventures of foot orgasim

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