Passionate Whispers: lying on her back

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