Behind the Scenes of ammytayllor 21: Secrets and Triumphs

City lights twinkle far below in ammytayllor 21. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, ammytayllor 21,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at ammytayllor 21!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “ammytayllor 21, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.