Discovering Erotic Adventures in bare naked tanning

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