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