Exploring the Sensual World of jeana fine

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