Exploring the Hidden Desire of theodora day facial

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