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