Exploring Hidden Intimacies in adam dexter

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