Behind the Curtain of veiny ah dih: Hidden Pleasures

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