Erotic Elegance Explored: cum spray

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