Behind the Curtain of "gas-497": Life Revealed

City lights twinkle far below in gas-497. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, gas-497,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at gas-497!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “gas-497, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.