Unlocking Hidden Erotic Charm in relatos travests

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