ecko cantante: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Possibilities

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