Soft Whispers: cancun titties

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