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