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