Exploring Desire and Charm in white long nails

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