Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: "ギャル し べ"

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