Discovering the Untold Adventures of nude olympics

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