Discover the Secret Erotic World of hasumi kures

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