Sensual Whispers: trampoline naked

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