Behind the Curtain of spanked and sex: Private Fantasies

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