mona only fan: A Journey Through Mystery, Adventure, and Discovery

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