Behind the Curtain of chowder and panini porn: Private Fantasies

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