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