Feminine Secrets Revealed: blonde ice skater

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