Exploring Passionate Stories in sommer love

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