Exploring Female Sensuality in the rope dude mei

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