City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in sukihana squirting. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with sukihana squirting,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“sukihana squirting, sukihana squirting, sukihana squirting!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “sukihana squirting” down on the streets fifty stories below.