naked in holland: Chronicles of Mystery, Love, and Discovery

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