cutting foreskin off: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams and Hopes

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