Behind the Curtain of raw porm: Secret Encounters Revealed

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