Behind the Curtain of blowjob drawing: Hidden Sensuality

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