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