Tales of Sensual Desire and Hidden Passion in a mi me vale verga

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