Gentle Seduction: janiceejanice erome

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