Unlocking the Hidden Adventures of sex inspector Journey

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