Tales of Passion and Erotic Beauty in nude bikinis

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