Behind the Curtain of deep throat puke: Secret Journeys

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