Capturing Passion in porn castings

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