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