Behind the Curtain of leather dress mini: Hidden Adventures and Secrets

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