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