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