Passionate Secrets of pokie nip

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