Tales of Desire and Passion Revealed in metal clit

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