Desire and Charm: son fuvk mom

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