tatted men: A Journey Full of Mystery, Love, and Hope

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