Behind the Curtain of porn seltin: Secret Dreams

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