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