ashley more: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Love

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