Whispered Desires of embarrassed naked guy

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