Behind the Curtain of exercise naked: Hidden Experiences

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