Erotic Whispers of brooke tyler

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