Behind the Curtain of miad 767: Secret Desires

City lights twinkle far below in miad 767. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, miad 767,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at miad 767!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “miad 767, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.