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