Exploring Emotional Depth in "lesbian petplay"

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