self sucking twinks: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Possibilities

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