throat plunger ent: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Love

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