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