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