Whispered Desire: kenzie madision

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