The Secret Passion and Allure of naturist village

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