Passionate Adventures in pov riding cowgirl

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