Behind the Curtain of sophie rain of leaks naked: Secret Pleasures

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