The Sensual Side of edging 101

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in edging 101. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with edging 101,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“edging 101, edging 101, edging 101!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “edging 101” down on the streets fifty stories below.