Behind Closed Doors: Passion of sex dolls and robots

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