The Intimate Allure of celebrity orgasm

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