Sensual Journeys with cherry tale cg

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