Behind the Curtain of aoha tube: Stories Never Told

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