futa tf: A Story That Will Inspire, Captivate, and Thrill

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