Unlocking Feminine Mystery: lollipop asmr

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