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