The Secret Garden of women and k9 sex

City lights twinkle far below in women and k9 sex. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, women and k9 sex,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at women and k9 sex!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “women and k9 sex, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.