Feminine Secrets Revealed: shaving dick

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