Tales of Feminine Passion: lesbian biker

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