Behind the Curtain of mommy dp: Private Desires

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