Unlocking Hidden Desire and Sensuality in curly pubic hair

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