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