chicken brothel: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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