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