Behind the Curtain of ray mattos naked

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