Discovering the Fascinating Life and Adventures of lexture tv

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