Behind the Curtain of mi novia xx: Adventures Untold

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