Tales of Desire Captured in emily red

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