Exploring the Secret Life and Paths of ginger zee butt

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