Discover Intimate Stories in mandingo and lisa ann

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