Erotic Elegance Explored: pretty feet in flip flops

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