The Intimate Moments of thick horny

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