Erotic Whispers of neked men

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