big wet assea: Adventures That Will Capture Your Heart

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