squirt fetish: An Epic Story Full of Surprises and Thrills

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