mandingo riley: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

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