Behind the Curtain of val only fans: Hidden Emotions

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