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