Stories of Love and Sensuality: "akeylamarie cam"

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