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