sleeping with my stepmom: A Journey Full of Mystery, Courage, and Dreams

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