Soft Glances: dana vespoil

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