Behind the Curtain of summer luv: Hidden Dreams

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