Hidden Passion and Desire in "lap danxe piacenza"

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