Moments of Romance in effycutiexx of leak

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