Behind the Curtain of rocksan wolf: Stories and Secrets Revealed

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