Tales of Desire and Passion Revealed in ballbusting crush

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