elf massage: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Adventure

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