class of 09 rule34: Behind the Scenes of an Epic Adventure

City lights twinkle far below in class of 09 rule34. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, class of 09 rule34,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at class of 09 rule34!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “class of 09 rule34, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.