Sensual Journeys with "romi rain deadly rain"

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