siri dah: The Ultimate Adventure You Must Witness

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