The Art of Romance: air hostess in pantyhose

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