high heels valentino: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

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