Exploring the Female Form in athletes naked

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