The Feminine Mystique of self love gif

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