xxxx move: A Story Full of Mystery, Triumph, and Hope

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