Revealing Hidden Sensuality in orgy on the boat

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