Behind the Curtain of shadow and amy and sonic: Hidden Connections

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