Passion Unveiled in women bending over in short skirts

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