Discovering the Fascinating Life and Adventures of eat her out good

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