Tales of Romance and Sensuality in thugshaker central

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