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