Behind the Curtain of military masturbation: Hidden Experiences

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