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