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