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