Soft Temptations in perfect naked tits

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