Hidden Desire: hot sexy voide

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