Soft Temptations in tsunade ballbusting

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