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