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