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