astrid rule 34: A Tale That Will Inspire and Captivate Everyone

City lights twinkle far below in astrid rule 34. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, astrid rule 34,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at astrid rule 34!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “astrid rule 34, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.