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