Behind the Curtain of dragondick: Sensual Secrets

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