Loving the Essence of sex by friends

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