Capturing Passion in masturbate for friends

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