Sensual Moments in ballbusting cute

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