Behind the Curtain of playboy muse: Hidden Truths Revealed

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