shower henti: Adventures That Will Leave You Captivated and Inspired

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