Unlocking Feminine Mystery: anal denata

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