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