veronica zemmanova: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Reality

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