rita bang: A Tale of Mystery, Love, and Adventure

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