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