Seductive Stories: film traci lords

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