Exploring the Secret Wonders and Life of shock bdsm

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