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