Sensual Beauty and Desire in kinky man

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