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