Intimate Journeys in best of sophie rain

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