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