Behind the Curtain of robyn bird show: Secret Moments

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