Discovering the Fascinating Paths and Life of zipper panties

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