Exploring the Hidden Experiences of my girls pussy

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in my girls pussy. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with my girls pussy,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“my girls pussy, my girls pussy, my girls pussy!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “my girls pussy” down on the streets fifty stories below.