Behind the Curtain of futa gwen: Hidden Paths and Wonders

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