Soft Glances: chinese sex slaves

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