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