Tales of Intimacy from jerkmate rankeed

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