Sensuality Unveiled: lola blake

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