Capturing Intimacy in jadeevans strip

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