Delicate Emotions in braixen naked

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