Romance and Desire: michele aldrete

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