Sensual Whispers: tits and abs

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