Behind the Curtain of eye contact while making love: Adventures in Hidden Paths

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