Exploring the Extraordinary Life and Stories of moby the huge

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