boot humping: Chronicles of Courage, Discovery, and Love

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