Unlocking the Hidden Secrets of lime green fishnet Journey

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