Stories of Love and Sensuality: vanessa sky black

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