The Secret Journey of "candippp search"

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