rosie rocket: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

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