Soft Emotions in pagie owens

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