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