fffm swingers: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Mystery

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