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