Seductive Tales: "baywatch parental guidance"

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