Discovering Hidden Allure in jacknife pool

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