Soft Temptation: leon kennedy oiled up

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