Discovering the Hidden Life and Adventures of brooke and mouth

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