Behind the Curtain of rule34 slayed: Unspoken Desires

City lights twinkle far below in rule34 slayed. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, rule34 slayed,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at rule34 slayed!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “rule34 slayed, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.