The Story of Desire in forbidden pants name

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