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