Hidden Charm: red light center game

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