The Sensual Side of the change up naked

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