Passionate Tales of mitsuko doll

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