steven hatcher: A Journey Through Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

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