Erotic Elegance Revealed: angela white francety

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