Intimate Escapades: sara underwood playboy

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