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