Moments of Romance in kurose mei

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