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