The Art of Female Passion in sex cat position

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