meiling zhou: A Story That Will Amaze, Thrill, and Inspire

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