Behind the Curtain of groping at the gym: Secret Paths

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