naked women bowling: A Tale of Dreams, Mystery, and Discovery

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